Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

They explain the new by the old — and the old they explain by the older still, like those
historians who turn a Lenin into a Russian Robespierre, and a Robespierre into a French Cromwell: when all is said and done, they have never understood anything at all.

I wanted to be missed, like water, like bread, like air, by all other people in all other places.